“How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.”

Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.

My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?

In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.

Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion

The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.

And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.

For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.

For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.

Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.

Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.

For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.

Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.

The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.

Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.

All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

After we come out of the storm we shouldn’t be the same individual that walked into it, That’s what the storms, opposition & adversity is about.

People get upset not because of the adversity they face, but because their adversity reveals who they really are.

When any calamity is suffered, the first thing to be remembered is, how much has been escaped.

Adversity is the trial of principle. Without it, a man hardly knows whether he is honest or not.

It is from the level of calamities, not that of every-day life, that we learn impressive and useful lessons.

He who faces no calamity gains no courage.

Any fool can tell a crisis when it arrives. The real service to the state is to detect it in embryo.

The reason we have few friends in adversity, is, because we have no true ones in prosperity.